Saturday, April 11, 2009

Old Homestead

Here's a photo of Dad in 2008 in Hopewell Junction, New York, where he and my mother and sister lived before I was born. My sister took him on several drives there to see the old family home -- you can see a corner of it behind him -- which functions as the Garden of Eden in our family memory. I'm sorry I never lived there myself.

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About Me

SF/fantasy writer. English professor. Episcopalian. Licensed lay preacher. Hospital volunteer offering spiritual care in the ER. Spinner, weaver, knitter.
And a few other things, less easily labeled. The title of this blog is a phrase John Clute used to describe the plots of my first two novels. It both amused and annoyed me, and I finally decided to reclaim it as a badge of honor. Would you prefer rickety contrivances of doing bad?